Grateful all the hearts
that are not Golding
grateful are those parts
that are swollen
with tears of abundant
Joy crying flowing down the cheeks
overflow grateful or the heart
that expounds and rejects the negatives
of man's ill effects
grateful are the spoken word
to the one and only true
9/24/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Categories:
golding, analogy, appreciation, heart,
Form: Free verse
On the day you wore my heart a flowering Hat
My mind's wall, dripped away liquid
sorrowful Content that
weighted innately
Inherently
My drenched gray feathers were sprayed speckles of sunlit
Orchestrated by your Poetic heart. You
You use your ink in Golding drops,
Wrote on my mind's
wall and it
forever
flowing all over me entireties, now am a fountain of poetic springs Drawn from Your streams
of Love and Hope
And so I say
Merci!
Soupers
Bountifully Beautiful, Cheerfully Caressing, Wonderfully Plentiful, Delightfully Grateful, Mindfully Relishing,
Delicately Tasteful, Heartfelt, Mind blowing,
Historical Appreciative, Congratulated
Facilitation, Lovingly and Lavishly,
Heavily Heavenly, heartily
Tenderly, poetically
ink dripping
comments, committed on, Me my write-ups, mind's wall, Showering Architectures, Exquisitely
Garnished on Me.
God Bless
You All .
From
My
Poetic
Heart
Gideon
On the day I became Me
My grateful heart goes
To You .
6/19/2020
Categories:
golding, appreciation, beautiful, beauty, best
Form: Ode
Unnatural colour
The littered path is full of colour today
A bag of BBQ crisps ripped apart as if the consumer couldn't wait to taste.
A crushed can of beer glistening through the opening of the tree.The sun is shining bright today, I can even see a bee flying toward an unfinished bottle of Pepsi.
A squirrel leaps toward a packet of sweets adding to the collection of colours I greet. A silver casing for a pie but not just any pie it's beef and onion. Plastic bags glimmering behind the bushes and trees, every step I take a new shade of the bags explode into sight.
I don't know why I ventured down here today, it always makes me sad to see nature this way.
Danielle Golding.
Categories:
golding, appreciation, beauty, color, emotions,
Form: I do not know?
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY MACY'S INTERNATIONAL BOARD OF DIRECTORS, LLC
SNOW FLAKES......FALLING......FLOWING-AND-FALLING......
IN-THE-FALL!
AND...DROWNING......IN......TEARS-AND-FEARS!
AND...HOWL-ING......AND-HALLOWS......AFTER...FALLING!
LEAVES......IN...THE-RAIN!
TEARS......FALLING...IN...THE-FALL......JUST...FALLING!
IN-THE...RAIN!
MIT-TED-HANDS......AND-LIGHTS...LAUGHING...AND-LIGHT...LAUGHING!
SILVER-BELLS......AND-LIGHT...GOLDING!
FLAKES...FALLING...GOLD!
THEY'RE...JUST...GOLDEN!
SNOWMEN......AND-GIRLS......GIGGLING!
FLAKES-OF-GOLD......BLOWN-AROUND...'ROUND-THE-WORLD!
JUST...GIGGLING!
THIS...TIME...OF-YEAR......JUST...ONE-TIME...EACH-YEAR!
MERRY...AND...HAPPY...2014-AND-2015!
MERRY MACY'S 2014 AND 2015 SEASON!
FINI
Categories:
golding, international, new year,
Form: Ballad
When
The
golding
azure
of
the
dyng
day
is
illuminated
by
the
glowing
ember
of
the
sleepy
sun,
then
dawn
awakes
in
its
cold
soft
whispers
to
lure
men
to
sleep.
Categories:
golding, creation
Form: Italian Sonnet
Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!
~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby
They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" - how mean!!~~~
Piggy asks him if
There are other people on
The island with 'em
He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear -
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??
You'll see...
Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!
Categories:
golding, adventure, art, beach, beauty,
Form: Free verse
I can hold it in my hands. The heavy book of names
Now laden with the dust and grime. Leather-bound and torn
It is the color of the prairie earth, that changed from rust to gold
Heavy was their lot. of those who tilled the land
Kansas dust, would furrow brows, of the worried and the worn
I feel within my heart, sharp splinters from the plow
The weight of shoulders, tiring
From lifting me
Long before my hour came
Oh, for the power of these words
To learn the names, that held the brush
That paints for me, and planted row, by row
This tree of life, that let me grow
Bound in leather, bound in love, a family's footsteps, read
I feel the trace, in pages spread
Names inscribed, of birth and death
Of children lost, of hearts that bled
I feel the sense of who I am
Between the threads
Frayed and thin, within these bindings
Yet holding firm
Confirming what’s been said
By generational latitudes
Linking me to names I never knew
______________________________
(Quoted by William Golding NY Times)
Categories:
golding, family,
Form: Free verse